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Xiao is seated in the corner of the sofa with his boyfriend, Kazuha, next to him. Heizou and Scaramouche insisted that they all watch this new movie. Something about death, gore… Not exactly something Xiao can say he's fond of, but the others managed to drag him into the living room anyway.
Uninterested in whatever violence is happening on the screen, Xiao begins to space out. His mind wanders freely, thinking of nothing and everything — until one particular thought catches him off-guard, making warmth flow through his body.
It's Kazuha. Because, well— yeah.
And that's just great. Because now he's horny.
He lets out a frustrated sigh at the inconvenience. There's still around forty minutes of the movie left, he guesses.
Kazuha heard his sigh, turning his head to ask in a quiet whisper, “You alright?”
The feeling of his warm breath on Xiao's ear sends shivers down his spine, only acting as fuel for his predicament. He merely nods in reply to Kazuha's question. The latter smiles at him, placing a quick kiss on his forehead and snaking his arm around Xiao's lower back, his hand wrapping around to rest on his hip.
This series of actions doesn't do any good for how Xiao is currently feeling — and it doesn't stop there. Once Kazuha turns his attention back to the television, he mindlessly starts to rub delicate shapes into Xiao's hip.
The warmth inside him grows with each repeating moment of Kazuha's fingertips.
Accepting the fact that he'll just have to suffer through the rest of the movie, the dark haired boy shifts a little closer to Kazuha's side, resting his head on him. This only made Kazuha wrap his arm even further around Xiao, causing it to land dangerously low. Lord.
Xiao prays that Kazuha won't resume his shape-making in that particular spot. He attempts to put his focus back on the movie for now.
A couple minutes of slightly laboured breathing and a failed attempt at paying attention to the movie later, Xiao has to suppress a whine. Kazuha started rubbing shapes into him again.
His hand is low enough to gently tug at the fabric of Xiao's pants as his fingers move, and it takes every ounce of Xiao's strength not to moan. Instead, he lets out a small and restrained sigh.
There's no way this goes unnoticed to Kazuha, because now his fingers are moving slightly lower, and Xiao has to brace himself.
Yet, Kazuha's fingertips don't manage to graze the tent in his pants. Instead, they move upwards. This time — underneath Xiao's shirt.
His warm hand lays flat against his lower stomach, rubbing comfortably back and forth. Well— it would be comfortable if Xiao's erection didn't grow with every little movement Kazuha’s soft hand made.
He turns so his face is nestled in the sleeve of Kazuha's shirt, hoping to muffle the whine that escapes him. Kazuha giggles quietly.
“Kazuha…” Xiao whispers softly, looking up at the boy with just his eyes. Kazuha’s face meets his, his gaze littered with amusement. “Hmm?”
Xiao doesn't say anything more. He figures he doesn't need to. The lust-filled look in his eyes tells Kazuha everything.
Though Kazuha ignores it.
He merely smiles at Xiao before turning his head back towards the TV screen.
Xiao's eyebrows furrow. Did he seriously not get the hint? There's no way. He has to be fucking with me.
And fucking with him he is.
The hand pressed against his stomach begins to move lower and lower, sliding under the waistband of Xiao's pants, but above his underwear.
Before Xiao can stop him and tell him to, I don't know, maybe not touch him like this while their two roommates are seated right next to them, Kazuha's fingers graze lightly over his clothed dick.
With his face still muffled in Kazuha's sleeve, he whines again — desperately trying to stay quiet enough that Heizou and Scaramouche won't hear him.
When he feels Kazuha slowly rub delicate circles on his erection, much like the innocent movements he was doing just a few minutes ago, his desire to protest is gone. Perhaps the company just adds to the excitement.
Xiao instinctively bucks his hips into Kazuha's hand, craving more friction. This backfires when Kazuha removes his hand from under his pants. The latter leans his head down, his lips just above Xiao's ear.
“Don’t get too impatient,” he whispers in a teasing tone, “remember we're not alone.”
The heat of Kazuha's breath sends a shiver down Xiao's spine, and his arousal intensifies as Kazuha moves his hand over his dick again. He wishes it was underneath his underwear this time.
Kazuha palms him fully, moving his hand up and down lightly. Xiao is grateful for the increased amount of friction, and rests his head against the back of the sofa.
The white haired boy turns back to the screen, using his peripheral vision to make sure none of the other boys — especially Heizou, considering he's seated next to Kazuha — notice their antics. His hand continues moving.
With restraint, Xiao gently rolls his hips in time with Kazuha's hand. Pleasure washes his brain clean of rational thought. Without realizing his voice isn't muffled in Kazuha's shirt anymore, he lets out a light moan. Thankfully the movie is loud enough to mask the sound.
Kazuha applies more pressure to his strokes, earning a groan from the boy beside him. Xiao rolls his hips more impatiently into the other's hand.
Taking the hint, Kazuha moves his hand up, then slides it under his underwear. Xiao wonders how far Kazuha is willing to go in a situation like this, because this is already pretty damn far. He clearly doesn't mind though.
When Kazuha's hand meets the sensitive skin of Xiao's dick, he whines, squeezing his eyes shut. Kazuha watches him intently, his own arousal growing with every quiet pant and sigh that leaves Xiao's mouth.
Kazuha experiments at first, slowly stroking Xiao's length with his fingertips. When there's no intense reaction, he grips his dick fully, continuing his pattern of strokes. Xiao chokes out a moan, and it's a little too loud. Kazuha halts his action.
“You good, Xiao?” Asks Heizou.
And thank the lord he's too engrossed in that stupid movie to look their way and see Kazuha with his hand down Xiao's pants.
“Y-yeah,” Xiao replies, trying his best to sound somewhat normal. “Just— choked.”
“On air?” Heizou chuckles.
“Mh–mmh,” What was supposed to be a hum of confirmation turned into a sort of moan — Kazuha had resumed his pumping on Xiao's dick. Heizou didn't seem to notice. Or at least he didn't show it.
Xiao throws Kazuha an irritated look. The latter only smiles in return.
After more stroking, Kazuha thumbs the tip of Xiao's length, and the universe must hate him, because the movie just got very quiet. Xiao has to bring the back of his own hand up to his mouth to help suppress his moans.
Thanks to a jumpscare, the room is once again filled with screaming and intense music. Xiao sighs, closing his eyes now that he can focus on the pleasure again. Kazuha's strokes quicken — although remaining at a speed subtle enough that the others won't hear or notice.
Kazuha moves his hand to thumb Xiao's tip again, collecting the precum that leaks from it. He keeps this routine up in between a few strokes, and fuck, he might cum.
He bites down on the back of his hand. He opens his eyes to see Kazuha watching his face. The movie flashes bright enough to see the details of Kazuha’s expression; his eyes are half-lidded, his mouth is parted slightly to accommodate for his heavy breathing, and if it were brighter in this room, his cheeks would be visibly flushed red.
Something down lower catches Xiao's eye — Kazuha's arm is resting over his crotch, and it's slowly moving back and forth. He's trying to relieve himself. It's hot. He looks hot. So fucking hot. And it's making Xiao feel hotter, which isn't good. He's gonna cum.
“F—fuck,” he moans in a shaky whisper. Kazuha’s hand doesn't stop moving up and down his cock. They should stop. He can't cum like this — not here.
Kazuha knows this, he knows they should stop, that he should stop — but seeing Xiao like this, in a situation like this…
He's so fucking close, and Kazuha's still going. He even might've sped up, but Xiao can't tell. His mind is clouded and messy, he's expecting Kazuha to stop his movements any second now. Any…
He's— he's not gonna stop, is he?
Xiao's legs begin to tremble, his body is tensing up— he can't—
He grabs Kazuha's hand and brings his movements to a halt.
He closes his eyes and sighs through his teeth as his unfinished arousal calms down a bit, then looks at Kazuha. His expression hasn't changed from what it was before; heavy eyes and he's practically panting. Xiao stares at him with confusion.
Kazuha removes his hand from Xiao's length and glances over at Heizou and Scaramouche, before returning his face to Xiao. The room is too dark to see his expression now.
Xiao lightly grips Kazuha's arm, before getting up off the seat. He prays that the room is too dark for his still-there erection to be visible. The other boy takes the hint and follows as Xiao walks towards their bedroom.
“Getting a bit too scary for you guys, huh?” Scaramouche says with a mocking tone.
Heizou sighs. “Oh, come on! There's only… twenty-seven minutes left! You'll miss the climax!”
They both ignore the two boys' words, walking into their bedroom and closing the door behind them.
“You guys are boring,” says Heizou, as if the others would be able to hear him
“At least there's more room now.” Scara says as he climbs past Heizou to lay down on the newly freed up space, with his legs landing on Heizou's lap.
Heizou scoffs, pushing his legs off him. When the other boy puts his legs back again, he sighs, accepting his fate as the footrest.
Then there's a thump from the bedroom the other two just entered. Scara and Heizou both look at each other with raised eyebrows.
“I don't think they're missing the climax, actually.”
The thump in question was Xiao being pushed against the wall, followed by Kazuha's lips on his.
Xiao breaks the kiss and looks at Kazuha with confusion in his eyes.
“What were you doing? Were you just going to make me finish right there, right next to—”
“I wasn't…” Kazuha starts kissing and biting Xiao's neck.
“You didn't stop. You— ah… you knew I was gonna—”
“I wanted to stop,” Kazuha's hands wander over Xiao's body, landing on the still prominent arousal in Xiao's pants. “I knew I should. But…”
“Mmph— but… what?” Xiao can barely pay attention to the other boy's words when he's all over him like this.
Kazuha leaves his question unanswered, palming Xiao's clothed dick the same way he did earlier. He continues to litter kisses down the dark haired boy’s neck. Once he reaches the collar of his shirt, he moves his free hand to the hem, tugging the shirt over Xiao's head and discarding it on the floor.
He looks gorgeous like this, Kazuha thinks.
Their lips crash together, and they both moan into the kiss. It's wet and needy. Kazuha grinds his hips into Xiao's, letting his tongue slip past the other's lips.
“Ah, Xiao…” he moans against his lips. Xiao whines in return. His kisses make their way back down to Xiao's neck, sloppier this time. His hands glide across every miniscule curve and dip in Xiao's body. The other boy does the same, tugging at Kazuha's shirt in the process.
He takes the hint, pausing his actions to pull his shirt off, leaving it with the same fate as the previous one.
Unable to stand the sight of Xiao with his pants on any longer, Kazuha wastes no time taking them off him. He immediately does the same with his underwear.
Xiao whines again as the fabric slides off his dick. Kazuha marvels at the familiar sight. Seeing him like this is something that will never grow old.
He gives Xiao another kiss before trailing his way down his chest, then his stomach, before he pulls back. He's now resting on his knees, and Xiao knows exactly what he's about to do.
Although that doesn't make it any less sudden when Kazuha's tongue meets the tip of his dick. “Fuck…” Xiao sighs, leaning his head against the wall.
Kazuha swirls his tongue around the head before taking it in his mouth, taking another inch, then pulling back a bit before taking twice as much. He repeats this motion, taking, retreating, taking — until he can't fit any more in his mouth.
“Kazuha… ah,” Xiao looks down with his eyes, and seeing Kazuha with his mouth around his dick seems to amplify the pleasure by a dangerous amount, because when he begins to slide his tongue and mouth up and down his length, he has to resist the urge to cum right then and there.
His orgasm builds quickly as a result of getting practically edged earlier. Kazuha can tell, so he's taking it rather slow deliberately. Xiao's whimpers and moans fill the silent room, and these sounds make Kazuha's own arousal unbearable.
As Kazuha continues to suck Xiao off, he pulls down his own pants and underwear, taking his painfully hard dick into his hand. He begins stroking himself at an impatient pace, and he moans against Xiao's length.
The sight makes the dark haired boy's dick twitch. Kazuha's eyes meet his, and this causes his pumping on his own dick to quicken. He brings his mouth up to Xiao's tip again, his tongue swirling around it in a sloppy and uncoordinated motion.
“Fuck, Kazuha, I'm— aah—” Xiao's hand lands in Kazuha's hair, gripping it tightly as he feels himself getting closer. He subconsciously tugs, forcing Kazuha to take more of him. Kazuha lets out a choked moan, and the vibration only destroys Xiao further.
Kazuha is painfully close himself, stroking his dick faster. The anticipation of Xiao releasing inside his mouth turns him on so much more. He moans and whines on his dick.
And that's just enough to send Xiao over the edge. His grip on the other's hair tightens further, and he jerks his hips into his mouth as cum rushes out from him, coating Kazuha's tongue and spilling past his lips.
Kazuha’s orgasm follows suit, his own cum spurting across his bare chest and down his hand. He swallows Xiao's cum with one gulp and removes his mouth from his dick in order to catch his breath.
Xiao loosens his hand on Kazuha's hair, turning his rough grip into a gentle caress as his fingers trail down his face, wiping off the cum that escaped his mouth.
Once Kazuha has regained his strength, he stands up and places a soft kiss to Xiao's lips.
“My apologies," Kazuha says as he makes his way into their bathroom.
“For what?” Xiao begins to follow him.
“For earlier, in the living room. That was… a bit far.” He reaches into the shower and turns the hot water on.
“I…” Xiao watches as Kazuha gets in the shower and begins to wash himself off. “I didn't really mind.”
“You sure? That's… interesting,” Kazuha replies with a smug smile.
Xiao squints his eyes and rubs his forehead in embarrassment. “Lets… not explore this right now…”
Kazuha chuckles. “Are you gonna come let me help you clean off?”